Introducing: The “Crazy Caption Contest” (Closed)

We’re going to start off 2019 with a bang on Peregrine Arc! I’m going to include a photo below and you’ll post in the comments something humorous and divine about what in the world you think is going on. Put your Alice in Wonderland dress on now, because we’ll be tumbling down some rabbit holes yet…

The winner of the most chuckles will be chosen by me and the saint. Ties will be decided by the Labrador. The winner will be announced Saturday Jan. 12th and awarded the gift of humor. In other words, you’ll be recognized as the winning entry on my blog and you’ll have made people laugh. How great is that?

The rules and photo are below.

Keep it PG. Pretend your great grandmother would read it and take back your birthday gifts if she smelled even the faintest whiff of impropriety.

Keep it short. Less than 100 words let’s say. More than enough for a quick, witty banter.

You can do descriptives, a story, whatever your imagination comes up with.

Keep it funny, but kind and clean.

Have fun.

You have until Friday, January 11th (11:59 pm, US EST) to make your post. Author reserves the right to approve and disapprove comments at her own discretion. I look forward to reading your shenanigans. 😊

And without further ado, here’s your photo.

Contest is inspired by Chelsea Ann Owen’s “Terrible Poetry Contests.” Be sure to check out her blog for amazing shenanigans and poetry beauty.

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INTJ female writer setting out to become a published author of contemporary literature. Writing includes horror/mystery, young adult fantasy and science fiction.
Memory Bound, my first novel, was published in October 2018. Check out my Books subpage for more details.
All opinions, mistakes and dog hair are my own. Thank you for joining me.
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